I played lotto for the first time today. The jackpot is 640 million and I know that I don’t have a cat’s chance in hell of winning, but I donated $5 to the Megamillions, anyway.
Growing up in a blue collar family, my parents always played lotto, but this is my first time buying a ticket for myself. In truth when I was about seven, my father bought a lottery ticket for a large prize and said to me : wish me luck because if we hit, we’re going to be rich.
Being that I was a hyper-morally conscience child, I replied in tears: I don’t want us to win because if we become rich, then we’ll be snobs. I don’t want us to be snobs.
Somehow this is not a concern this time around.
I was compelled to buy a lottery ticket today, not because I truly believe that I have any chance of winning , but because so many aspects of our lives seem to have odds, greater than the lottery. Most of the places where we submit our writing, the jobs for which we have applied, the colleges and programs for which we seek to gain admission are far more difficult to ascertain. We’re living in times where everything seems to be driven by chance. Buying a home, pursuing higher education, retiring, all come with far higher risks in the 21st C. Playing lotto no longer feels irrational. The odds are highly against us as we pursue our 21st C. goals, but we walk toward them, anyway. Perhaps tonight, we’ll walk our way toward 640 million. Good luck!